Loud and clear through the midnight air rang the warning gong of a long hook-and-ladder truck as the machine bowled along over the granite-block pavement of one of the lower streets of the city of New York. The hour was well past midnight, yet New York never sleeps, and the streets were more or less alive with people, some going to their early work, others returning from a half night of pleasure.…
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